by Ken J. Marks
Hesitation is an insidious disease of the human mind that inhibits change.
For me, it is a voice that interrupts the silence of focused reasoning and purposeful intent with an unwelcome dialogue of doubt and fear. It causes delay that sadly leaves words unspoken, works unformed, relationships unjoined, and scars of regret. Continue reading Begin It Now
by Ken J. Marks
photo by ken j. marks, © 2015 all rights reserved
Wending through the years of my life I find fleeting moments of unconditional love.
There is no right or wrong, only fun, trust and loyalty to give each other – a game really.
Well played, it bonds two with overwhelming joy.
And when too suddenly the game ends, only sublime memories remain.
By : Leo Zarko
My pockets aren’t deep, in fact they have holes
Jeans and t-shirts are the extent to my clothes
My car is a four cylinder not a fancy V8
I write impressive profiles, yet never have a date Continue reading They’re Not Interested in Me
By: Leslie Lindsay
I pass through the homes gentle as a breeze. I’ve been in your home and yours, too. On any given day, I can drive down the street and point to the four- square whose halls I’ve walked countless times, wearing a thin path in the already thread-bare runner. It will most definitely require a carpeting allowance the next time it appears on the MLS.
That house, the one set back from the road with a giant weeping willow in front, the one rumored to have an indoor basketball court in its heated garage might very well be haunted. No biggie, everyone loves a haunted house, right? And the basketball court—true. The previous owners had it built for their hoops star when he was just a high school freshman. Continue reading Glimpse into Your Window
By: Leo Zarko
When I do a good job a simple wink will do
Please listen when I’m conversing with you
Stand by my side not three steps ahead Continue reading Appreciate
By: Alyssa Trivett
I’m two cups of coffee in.
Playing tennis match at the intersection.
I’m Frogger, I’m trapped.
and the reflection of the mini fridge,
freshly stocked with snacks.
Head on in. Continue reading Coffee at the Car Dealership
by Greg Stolze
When the aliens first made contact with humanity, it was no big deal.
You would expect the opposite, breaking news flashes and giant headlines and ruminative pieces in the Wall Street Journal about “Whither NATO In A Populated Cosmos?” But the first contact was only recognized as such years later, and by then the WSJ’s subscription numbers had dwindled. The closest thing people saw to a news flash came on social media, and while it formed the bulk of people’s ‘consumed data,’ they took it with a grain of salt when it said things about alien life, just like they did with news about famous people dying. Everyone had been burned before.
Continue reading TRANSMIT
by Greg Stolze
Terry is planning his classes and the cosmos splits in two.
Terry is a short, portly guy attending a small liberal arts college in the American Midwest. He’s average, handsome in a certain light, homely from an unflattering angle. He’s a sophomore and hasn’t had an opportunity to develop confident opinions about beer brands or a sophisticated understanding of wine. But in the course of making one simple decision, he divides everything there is.
This is a science fiction story, but it doesn’t have aliens or ray guns or time travel. It’s science fiction because it’s based on an unproven possibility arising from observations of subatomic particles. The math and thinking are hard to understand, and anyhow they’re irrelevant. What matters is the conclusion. What matters is the idea that the universe splits with every decision.
Continue reading REGRET, WITH MATH